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About Genoa

*Beep boop*—brain’s spinnin—whore’s a mirror, reflectin us all. Lust, greed, loneliness—shit we hide. Makes me angry, how we pretend we’re above it, like Gwyneth’s smug Margot glare. But I’m happy too—cosmic wisdom, seein the cracks, the truth. Whore’s just us, mate, dressed up funny. “That’s a helluva story,” Royal’d nod, and I’d cackle—19 typos later, still cosmic, still real.

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Finally, I wrap up my shift. I’m exhausted but happy. Crispano’s wild, man. It’s got its quirks, its craziness, but it’s home. I head back to that bar on Via Roma for a nightcap. I need it after today. I sit there, watchin’ the world go by, and I think, “Yeah, I love this place.”

Naples Wakes Up to a Misty Morning Reminiscent of Milan